"Yeah, don't be so sure," Gus said, stepping back so she could enter before closing the door behind her. Inside, the apartment was dark, except for the flickering glow of the television set that had been left on long after someone had gone to bed. The apartment was small -- probably too small for five adult people to live in, but the price was right, and the individual bedroom doors had their own locks.
Gus flicked on the light. The coffee table had a few used paper plates and a stack of junk mail. A pair of very large and very smelly sneakers were hidden underneath the table itself, and the kitchen sink was full of dishes. The place certainly looked lived in -- perhaps by a bunch of neanderthals.
"God. It's really bad in here. I'm sorry." His eyebrows knitted together and he was embarrassed of the flat. Gus pulled a discarded coat and gym bag off of the couch and shoved them in a closet without looking. "Here. Sit down if you dare."